Chapter 116: The Special Physique of Empress Mingyue

Chapter 116: The Special Physique of Empress Mingyue

Saint Son Chen Fan and Su Youyu had stayed in the Yaochi Sacred Land for decades without ever obtaining the Phoenix Treasure Technique, yet he, a newcomer, had obtained the Legacy of the treasure technique in less than a month.

For a proud and arrogant Child of Luck like Saint Son Chen Fan, how could he swallow this insult?

It appeared as though he was lecturing him from a position of moral righteousness, but in reality, he only wanted to prove himself to the Holy Master of Yaochi.

He wanted to prove that Saint Son Chen Fan was stronger than Qin Xuan.

He was telling the Holy Master of Yaochi that the Phoenix Treasure Technique should have been passed down to him, Saint Son Chen Fan!

The thoughts of such a Child of Luck were easy to guess.

One look was all it took to know.

Boom—the silt at the bottom of the lake exploded, and a disheveled Saint Son Chen Fan shot into the sky, surrounded by a brilliant radiance.

His hair danced wildly, his eyes filled with raging fury. Clutching a black blade wreathed in endless flames, he glared at Qin Xuan and said through gritted teeth, "I originally intended to test you, but I never expected you to possess such remarkable combat strength. It is quite unexpected. Let us fight again!"

He brandished his black blade and charged forward.

The blade sliced through the air, tearing a fissure in space.

Flames coiled around the fissure, accompanied by sweeping gales that erupted with a shrill, mournful sound like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.

With a single slash, heaven and earth were shaken, and ghosts and gods wept.

Qin Xuan's lips curled slightly, unbothered. He calmly extended two fingers and pinched them together, effortlessly intercepting the sharp, heavy strike.

Activating the Heaven and Earth Finger, he exerted force with his fingertips. With a crack—the black blade was snapped into two halves right in Qin Xuan's hand.

Qin Xuan hurled the blade fragment, which flew out at high speed. With a pfft sound, it grazed Saint Son Chen Fan's cheek, leaving a wound that oozed blood.

"Senior Brother Saint Son Chen Fan, you are not a Blade Cultivator, so why act so coy in front of me?" Qin Xuan stared at Saint Son Chen Fan with keen interest and said playfully, "As someone with the Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body, your greatest asset is your Physique, yet you insist on competing with me using Treasure Artifacts. What is the matter? Do you think your blade is more impressive than my ancient prison-suppressing tower?"

A mere blade dared to act fierce in front of him.

It was simply too disrespectful to him, Qin Xuan.

And it was simply thinking too highly of itself.

A Saint?

Qin Xuan scoffed.

One could only say that Saint Son Chen Fan was too good at gilding his own lily.

Before the great Devil Head Leng Li grew up, was she inferior to any Saint?

She was only stronger, never weaker!

Even when Leng Li sparred with him, she was inwardly wary, suppressing her Realm to the fifth level of the Heavenly Human Realm during their first encounter.

She was afraid of being quickly suppressed by him and losing face.

Yet when it came to Saint Son Chen Fan, he had forcibly suppressed his Realm to the first level of the Heavenly Human Realm, fighting him at the same Realm.

If he actually had the ability, that might be fine.

The key was that Saint Son Chen Fan at the first level of the Heavenly Human Realm could not even get close to him, let alone fight him.

Truly, he was just sticking green onions in his nose to pretend to be an elephant—all pretense!

The critical issue was that this guy was arrogant, and even now, he was still thinking about hiding his trump cards.

Using his own weaknesses to test the strengths of his enemy.

How should one put it?

This Child of Luck must have had his brain kicked by a donkey when he went out.

"Senior Brother Saint Son Chen Fan, I address you as Senior Brother not because I fear your Quasi-Saint Realm cultivation, but because I respect you as a pioneer of our Yaochi Sacred Land."

Qin Xuan continued coldly, "But if you repeatedly humiliate the Disciples of our Holy Land, even if you are a noble Saint, I will not allow it!"

"Regarding the trip to the Imperial capital, no matter what mistakes were made, it is not your place as a Saint to point fingers at whether I was right or wrong, and it is certainly not your place to dampen the resolve of our fellow Disciples to defend the Holy Land."

"According to you, Senior Brother Shangguan deserved to die, and my Thunder Prison Peak should not have avenged Senior Brother Shangguan?"

"When the blade has not yet fallen upon you, you can speak with righteous indignation. But when the other Disciples of the Holy Land fall one by one, and the blade falls again, who else is there to rely on!?"

One stone stirred up a thousand ripples.

The Yaochi Disciples present, upon hearing Qin Xuan's words, were deeply moved:

"Senior Brother Qin Xuan is right. If we do not speak up after Ning Wuya murdered Senior Brother Shangguan, then in the future, if the royal family of the Ziyang Empire or the experts of the Mingyue Dynasty decide on a whim to slaughter our Holy Land's Disciples, are we to swallow our anger then too?"

"Has our dignified Yaochi Sacred Land become nothing more than livestock raised by those in power, to be beaten or killed whenever they please?"

"Saint Son Chen Fan, despite being a noble Saint, played the coward when our Holy Land was in trouble. Now that Senior Brother Qin Xuan has brought fame to our Holy Land, he is dissatisfied with Senior Brother Qin Xuan."

"This is the classic definition of a bully who only picks on his own."

"If you have the ability, go kill Ning Wuya! Relying on your status as a Saint to bully fellow Disciples within the Holy Land—what kind of ability is that!?"

"What kind of bullshit Saint is he? Chen Fan is incompetent; Senior Brother Qin Xuan should be the one to hold the title of Saint of our Yaochi Sacred Land!"

Saint Son Chen Fan, with his keen hearing, heard these whispers slandering him. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his fists clenched until they creaked.

Saintess Su Youyu sent a secret voice transmission to warn him, "Saint Son Chen Fan, do not fight him! At the same Realm, you are simply no match for him. This guy is a monster; he is not someone we can suppress!"

"Also, do not try to best him with words. Qin Xuan is eloquent and can stir up the emotions of the Disciples with a single sentence."

"You will only make yourself look worse!"

Because they both belonged to the Mingyue Dynasty, Su Youyu gave this kind reminder.

Otherwise, she would definitely not risk offending Qin Xuan to inform Saint Son Chen Fan.

Saint Son Chen Fan might not fear death, but she was afraid of being targeted by Qin Xuan.

After all, she came from the same Mingyue Dynasty as Saint Son Chen Fan, and they both came for the Phoenix Treasure Technique.

"Shut up!"

Saint Son Chen Fan roared angrily.

He did not care about Su Youyu; this woman was timid as a mouse.

Su Youyu dared not contend with Qin Xuan, but he would not give up.

Otherwise, all his efforts over these years would be in vain.

He was not just thinking of Empress Mingyue, but also of his own future.

How monstrous was the Phoenix Treasure Technique?

Once Cultivated, his future Cultivation would advance to a higher level.

He had risen all the way to become a Saint in the Yaochi Sacred Land and had become a Personal Disciple of the Holy Master of Yaochi.

It looked as though the Legacy was about to fall into his hands.

Who would have thought that at this moment, Qin Xuan would appear out of nowhere and snatch all his Opportunities?

The path of Cultivation was inherently about contention.

If he did not suppress Qin Xuan today.

In the future, what face would he have left in the Yaochi Sacred Land?

And what status would he have in the heart of the Holy Master of Yaochi?

He had deliberately caused trouble for Qin Xuan, and the Holy Master of Yaochi had not stepped in to stop him.

Now that Qin Xuan had the upper hand, the Holy Master of Yaochi had still not appeared to help him.

Wasn't this the Holy Master of Yaochi intentionally letting them be, wanting to see who would prevail between him and Qin Xuan?

Saint Son Chen Fan glared at Qin Xuan, "You are sharp-tongued and glib. Just because I do not suppress you does not mean I cannot suppress you. Outside the Holy Land, no one will lower their Realm to fight you to the death."

Qin Xuan was amused and mercilessly exposed Saint Son Chen Fan's true thoughts, "From beginning to end, I never said that I wanted you to suppress your Realm. It was you who insisted on acting tough and gilding your own lily."

"Now that you have discovered you are no match for me at the same Realm, you are using your glib tongue to force me into a trap, wanting to suppress me with your Realm."

"Just attack. Why must you always speak with such righteous indignation before satisfying your own selfish desires, making it sound as if you occupy the moral high ground?"